A hitchhiking story A couple of years ago we spent some days in the mountains of Georgia. If you have been in the Svaneti region, you probably know that public transportation is quite poor, only one or two buses operate per day. In fact, these are not buses, rather vans, so only nine people can travel with at the same time. Because of this, hitchhiking is one of the most common and efficient way of travel, even for locals. We went to Mestia by the morning bus and we've spent the whole day there. Unfortunately, we've missed the last bus towards Mazeri, where our accommodation was. It was evening, and it was becoming darker, so we had to find out a solution to get back to our guesthouse. We walked to the edge of the village and waited for someone to pick us up. Soon, a rusty, very old car stopped and picked us up. The driver didn't speak English, so we couldn't speak too much. There was a small, old car, it was dirty and in very bad condition and the driver was driving like crazy. There was a big hole in the floor of the car so we can look out to the road between our legs. We didn't feel secure at all. After a couple of miles, we stopped and two old men got in the car, so the car was full. There was no empty seat, nonetheless, the driver stopped again and picked up a woman with two children. Eight people in a small, 5-person car. We've driven this way for long kilometers. The two old men sat in the front passenger seat, behind them we crowded with the lady keeping her children in her lap. That was so surreal! After a long, one-hour driving, we finally arrived. Then turned out that our driver lived in Mestia, where he picked us up. So he just drove for an hour because he wanted to help us. This is what I call a real hospitality! :)